Why should we keep roses alive if they will grow up again next spring? Why should we listen if the endless scream will be compulsive the next time you hear? Why should we look for the movement if the silence will be back with an inert dance? Why should people always say something when a white rose falls to the ground? Is it not necessary. White roses don’t make a sound when the fall. They only know they will grow up white again next spring.

 

 

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Summer 2026 There is no difference between listening to Robert Hood or Philip Glass, mental ecstasy is inevitable. It is very obvious that you can not make sushi with all kinds of rice. Cover your eyes, let yourself be tied and then you will have the joy that you deserve ….

every new word I´ll learn, I will use to confuse yourself while you sleep. each word I´ll guess I´ll erase from my mind and nobody can find it. every new word I´ll forget I will use to create a thousand places where I’ve never been. every word you say I’ll pretend like is the first time I hear ………

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the smell of wet wood stopped me thought of all kinds of contradiction. Although this boat had never needed water to sail …. I just needed my thoughts to move it from side to side ….. How much pain had felt the tree to be cut into pieces to build that boat anchored always close to me ….. the smell of wet wood never let me sleep peacefully, but I always pretended dreaming but I was awake with my eyes closed ……. 🌪🚣🏼‍♀️ 💆🏻

There is nothing simple in black and white. There is nothing clear In the Black and White. There is nothing tender in black and white There is no silence in black and white. There is nothing essential in black and white. There is No order in black and white. There is nothing functional in black and white. There is no simplicity in black and white But there is a lot of answers In a Black and White Wall …..

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which comes first? the noise or the silence never heard before? I just remember the sound of the train passed near to me, And the bridge listen in silence our conversation the map that I looked for inside the bag, had been changed for some extrange reason, I had lost the sense about which direction the air takes was the air always my element? I can not remember even that …….. but as a fox I am, always I climb up the hill and see the midnight train pass

 

The moon which was now clear of clouds lay in a bare space as if the light had consumed the heavines of the clouds and left a perfectly clear pavement, a dancing ground for revelry. For some time the dappled iridescence of the sky remained unbroken. Then there was a puff of wind; and a little cloud crossed the moon.


Finally the sun and moon found each other, they did not know what to say….. they were In silent for a long time, then realized they did not speak the same language ….. But they dont not care ….. The moon cant Saw nothing around becouse the sun was shining too Much ……. The next day the people of wonderland Woke up Whit a gray color Everywhere ……. The sun and the moon had disappeared together Nobody never see They again.

I forgot where is the exit of this castle, all the Doors Are locket now ….. I have been 60 days walking around, I do not remember how I get here and I cant see Mr. horse to ask, the last time I saw him he Was Reading a book of Lorca quietly trying memorizing ….. I Just remember that I promised Him I would not say a word before I leave this castle other Way it will disappear ….

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The sea is calm and the water is blue again. I Only can see lovely mermaids in the horizon, waiting the sundown to appear, they got long hair and swim a lot everyday, they don’t like the night and the cold days …. They love discover new secrets places but sometimes get confuse how to get there…. Everything you hear about them when you was a child is not true…… They cry of happiness in secret and every tear is dissolve in the silence of the sea…

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When the next full moon appears the entrance to the secret party will be open, just need your animal-soul to get in…. It takes 7 days to get there. SORRY HUMANS ARE NOT WELCOME!!!! Inside the party; deers drink tea in porcelain mugs and you can drink from their mug if you’re thirsty and you ask them politely, foxes dance holding their hands and wear sunglasses to protect from prying eyes, fishes have legs and wear tight pants but after remove them and they can’t not remember where they left them, rabbits can’t see Difference between day and night but is something about they don’t care and Flores sing songs that have no end but no one can stop Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance

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🔳◼️◻️Color blind sensations …… I did not know if I was awake or asleep, everything was wonderful, white and black …. nothing had an exact form.There was no direction where to go or what thing about that ……there was nothing to remind me why all this pictures are hanging on my wall ……. I was dancing in circles, circles circles , but cant remember where I learned to dance like this ………

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when white rains pass through wonderland cover everything in white color….. silence turned white The rain turned white Forest creatures turned white Our shadows became white The pages of the books turned white Fear turned white The night turned white The trees turned white Now I can not remember which things had color before …… 🌧🐇🕟💭❕


Yesterday was blue. My sleepless nights are not are blue. I always write with color blue. My mind is always in blue. I think my blood is also blue. The stars are blue. The Silence is not blue. was Paris blue? My words are also blue. I always think in blue. I always wear something blue. I dont eat anything that is blue. The night is always blue. My imagination is always blue. I Don’t remember if the moon is also blue. Today is blue…..

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Wood’s Symmetry parallel…. where Everything comes from a dream and emotion not from the reason …. …… magic boxes with straight lines appear and disappear meaningless meaningless meaningless Explosion of lines that don’t fit inside a square. Intermittent ways that draw the deepest part of me…..



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Today I met two giants, they lost them heads long time ago and can not remember where they left them. I was helping them all the afternoon to find it but it was impossible. maybe they forgot last time they were talking in the park or when they swam naked last summer on the lake ….. but they are happy because they have learned how live without heads…..


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white columns made of sweets…. in summer all sweets melts and all birds come to take his small portion….. is sugar dissolved in the bottom of my the cup of milk? is not good ….. dunking cookies in your hot milk. but I loved since I was I child …… candy is always good to hide under the bed ….. but is a sweet secret……

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the best way to read this book is to begin in the chapter that I want….. It doesn’t matter if I read in reverse or right ……. when was the last time I opened this book ? …….. had happy characters? perhaps was a book about … how to learn to sleep ….. was the beginning of the book so boring? maybe I had forgotten that I knew the end? Perhaps I already read this page?? I am not sure … why the letters appear and disappear nonstop …. ….. I wish I could, but I cann’t remember …. ……… Only I Know every time I read a page have to destroy the previous ……

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little red cat little red cat little red cat you escape every night, when I pretend that Im sleeping and I have to take care of your red shadow(who asks me all the time where did you go?) I can’t stop thinking …. where are you ? …. and if you’ve eaten enough cookies and milk for strength all night. Every early morning when you back home from drinking tea with others cats and walking on the roof of the buildings….. I count in my mind, awake with my eyes closed…. how many steps take you from the door to the bed ..

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